"If
you do this for me..." It was ridiculous! The Don's words
played over and over in his head; Tony had done more than his share
of favors for him, and it was about time he'd get some payment. It
was nearing midnight, he noticed looking at the clock, and the guards
would be back soon to check on the vault: he had to hurry. 60
seconds. The lackeys finished stuffing their bags full of cash and
valuables from the safe storages and ran, single file, out of the
vault and to the cars. Tony looked around for a moment, "Antoine!"
He yelled, but he was nowhere in his line of vision, "You
sonuva..." And he ran into the vault. 40 seconds. Money was
littered on the floor, safety boxes and random goods were thrown all
about like nothing. Tony stooped down and began picking up some of
the stuff, when there was a sudden noise behind him; he turned
quickly, taking out his gun, but it was only Antoine. 25 seconds.
"Tony, whattya doin'?!" Antoine yelled, and Tony looked at the
gems, "We gotta get outta here." He yelled, smacking his hands,
obviously angered, "And all you do is waste ya time, pickin' up
worthless crap!" Antoine smacked the things from Tony's hand. 10
seconds. Tony blinked and growled, than began to scream. 9 seconds.
Italian curses filled the air, as Tony bellowed out every syllable
with a snarl. 8 seconds. Antoine shoved, but Tony was bigger and
pushed him away. 7 seconds. Antoine pulled his gun, and Tony pulled
his. 6 seconds. The guns cocked, the bell began to chime. 5 seconds.
They fired both purposefully missing to scare each other. 4 seconds.
It was too late, and Tony tackled Antoine. 3 seconds. Too late to get
away, Tony thought, how stupid he was. 2 seconds. Antoine growled and
slammed his foot into Tony's crotch, he deserved it. 1 second. And
they felt the cold steel wrap 'round their wrists.

Two
Months Later...

"We
finally gotta message from the Don." Tony said, and shook his head,
"It ain't good though." Antoine shrugged; he was too busy
staring out the window. "What're you so interested in outside
Antoine?" Tony asked, wondering over and looking out as well.
Walking in the center of about a dozen men in black suits, an
angel...an angel in the presence of devils. Long blonde hair, long as
her beautiful silky legs, and her azure eyes, her perfect body...she
was amazing. The duo could not help but stare as she finally left
their presence and entered the main building on the left side of the
prison compound. Antoine sighed, as if he was at a funeral, as if his
mother had just died or something, and Tony gasped.
"Antoine...that..." But Antoine put a hand to his face, "I know
Tony, I know." Footsteps. Tony raced to the bars to try and get a
glimpse of whoever was walking down the hall, usually it meant
somethin' good; like a letter or food, but this time, it was even
better. "Antoine!" Tony yelled in a whisper, "She's here!"
Antoine tried not to act happy, or show his extreme eagerness to see
her, but he ran to the bars anyway. The girl stopped outside, but
instead of her walking forward, an older man stepped forward... "Tony
and Antoine Vendetta?" He asked, and they nodded, "My name is
George Bush, and I have a proposition for you..."

One
Week Later...

"I'm
sorry Tony, but I did this out of love. I mean, I love you Tony,
you're my brother...but she is so much more." Antoine explain,
but Tony understood, for he was in love too. Antoine had nearly
single-handedly killed off all the members of the Vendetta Mafia;
after all, that was the game, whoever eliminated the most criminals
would win. And Antoine had killed nearly two-hundred people, while
Tony fell short at a mere ninety-seven. "Don't fell bad Tony,"
Antoine said, watching Tony weep on the street, "You tried, but I
just had more passion." Click. "After all, I've always been the
better gunman." Click. "And think of it, you can still see her
whenever you want, we're brothers." Click. "At least she'll
be safe with me." Boom. The sniper's bullet ripped through the
air like a blade through flesh; spiraling like a falcon in on its
prey. The bullet tore into Antoine's skull, ripping apart flesh and
bone, causing an abrupt eruption of organic matter and blood. Tony
wept for his brother's death, but he was happy, after all; Antoine
was his twin brother.

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